Jack: No pain.Tuck: What?Jack: That's the thing I want from you, no pain. I mean just don't do anything weird in there, don't cause an embolism or an aneurysm - accidentally sever my spinal cord and kinda go "oh sorry". You know what I mean?Tuck: Ok, no pain.Jack: Thank you.

Tuck: I don't want to worry you or anything, Jack, but I saw something in here. I don't know, it's probably benign...Jack: A tumor? You saw a tumor? How big is it?Tuck: You're asking the wrong guy, Jack, from my point of view it looks like it's about the size of Candlestick Park.Jack: Great, there goes my ulcer...

Nuclear weapons, Jack. They mean nothing. Everybody's got them, no-one has the balls to use them. Am I right? Space, you say? Space is a flop, didn't you know that? An endless junkyard of orbiting debris. Ah, but...miniturization, Jack. That's the ticket. That's the edge that everybody's been looking for. Who will have that edge, Jack? What country will control miniturization? Frankly, I don't give a shit - I'm only in this for the money! And that's why, Jack, we've got to get that little pod out from inside of you!